<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134</id><updated>2011-12-26T15:26:17.890-08:00</updated><category term='Need to feel loved - Reflekt'/><category term='Mi Imaginacion'/><category term='William Blake'/><category term='Oscar Hann'/><category term='Enrique Lihn'/><title type='text'>Disfrutando el Silencio</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2492606117011341721</id><published>2011-07-26T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-26T21:14:58.739-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just be.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggtpcwJjB_8/Ti-Qi2Z_FmI/AAAAAAAAATE/KMseQ_LC_UQ/s1600/rb3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5633880587258238562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggtpcwJjB_8/Ti-Qi2Z_FmI/AAAAAAAAATE/KMseQ_LC_UQ/s320/rb3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un nuevo mundo te esta esperando,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿que esperas tu para encontrarlo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Corre a el sin miedo, sin la escoria que te meten en la cabeza,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin problemas, sin tanta mierda.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiero verte volar, quiero que te nazcan alas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nace! y vuelve a nacer, se como un ave Fenix.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2492606117011341721?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2492606117011341721/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2492606117011341721' title='18 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2492606117011341721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2492606117011341721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-be.html' title='Just be.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ggtpcwJjB_8/Ti-Qi2Z_FmI/AAAAAAAAATE/KMseQ_LC_UQ/s72-c/rb3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-3345910324499583183</id><published>2011-07-21T18:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T19:02:34.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A luz apagada.</title><content type='html'>Quiero que te acerques, no tienes nada que temer,&lt;br /&gt;ven &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;acercate&lt;/span&gt;, te encantara de tal manera... no lo &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;podrás&lt;/span&gt; creer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres sentirte como nunca?&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres volar?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solo tienes que dejarte llevar... Cierra los ojos y veras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Haz probado lo prohibido, haz escuchado lo peor?&lt;br /&gt;¿Haz probado la carne con sudor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enloquecer, perder la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;noción&lt;/span&gt; del tiempo, sentir que solo existimos tu y yo.&lt;br /&gt;Brillar, explotar, iluminar toda la &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;habitación&lt;/span&gt; sin electricidad.&lt;br /&gt;Correr, gritar, saltar mas &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;allá&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Quieres estar a luz apagada?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e006KKvOtk/TijY-ORa5UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zkimp-cq8GQ/s1600/18sib.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5631989897521456450" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e006KKvOtk/TijY-ORa5UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zkimp-cq8GQ/s320/18sib.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-3345910324499583183?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3345910324499583183/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=3345910324499583183' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3345910324499583183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3345910324499583183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2011/07/luz-apagada.html' title='A luz apagada.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6e006KKvOtk/TijY-ORa5UI/AAAAAAAAAS8/zkimp-cq8GQ/s72-c/18sib.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2774271012657286527</id><published>2009-03-02T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T12:38:21.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>339</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SaxDsQ0f5tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/M9rMn7sniro/s1600-h/devocion-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SaxDsQ0f5tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/M9rMn7sniro/s320/devocion-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5308692488471439058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre espejismos y laberintos,&lt;br /&gt;escapando de tu memoria.. de mis olvidos.&lt;br /&gt;Ocultando todo lo malo,&lt;br /&gt;guardandolo en un cajon cerrado.&lt;br /&gt;Sentimientos inexplorados; ¿Recuerdas el principio?&lt;br /&gt;Yo solo soy capaz de ver el final,&lt;br /&gt;y despues de ya un par de años... Pasara lo que tenia que pasar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entre espejismos y laberintos,&lt;br /&gt;olvido lo que tus ojos trataban de expresar.&lt;br /&gt;Ocultabas todo lo humano,&lt;br /&gt;quemando todo lo sentido... Sin vivir lo realmente vivido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reunire todo lo conseguido,&lt;br /&gt;lo quemare como un recuerdo mas.&lt;br /&gt;Y tu estaras ahi, para ver como se consume lo inconsumible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2774271012657286527?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2774271012657286527/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2774271012657286527' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2774271012657286527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2774271012657286527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/03/03-03.html' title='339'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SaxDsQ0f5tI/AAAAAAAAAR0/M9rMn7sniro/s72-c/devocion-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4333227354267882894</id><published>2009-02-18T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T09:05:16.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oceanlab - Sirens of the Sea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZw_qLwXfAI/AAAAAAAAARs/BBse9OvfUEw/s1600-h/normal_Abstract_Wallpaper_by_Crysaleyes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZw_qLwXfAI/AAAAAAAAARs/BBse9OvfUEw/s320/normal_Abstract_Wallpaper_by_Crysaleyes.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304184455078312962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my hand, take my hand, yeah, take my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Follow me, follow me, yeah, let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; To the sand, to the sand, the purest sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Into the sea, into the sea, yeah, let's go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Out beyond the water's edge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Far out past the coral ledge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Underneath the diamond dancing lights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chase the world from far below&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Silent, sleeping indigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Drifting down into the endless night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Leaving reason far behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Nothing here is cruel or kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Only your desire to set me free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let us lie here all alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Worn away like river stone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Let us be the sirens of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can not resist your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; I can not resist your call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The sirens of the sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4333227354267882894?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4333227354267882894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4333227354267882894' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4333227354267882894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4333227354267882894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/02/oceanlab-sirens-of-sea.html' title='Oceanlab - Sirens of the Sea'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZw_qLwXfAI/AAAAAAAAARs/BBse9OvfUEw/s72-c/normal_Abstract_Wallpaper_by_Crysaleyes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-862198087093311340</id><published>2009-02-12T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:58:50.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Todo lo que fue y sera.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZQ5G2cNbWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ev0kKLRdPgM/s1600-h/822WallpapersAbstractos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZQ5G2cNbWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ev0kKLRdPgM/s320/822WallpapersAbstractos.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301925451177749858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la presa de un animal hambriento.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy todos sus deseos ocultos;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se hasta lo mas profundo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Su voz se esconde, mientras sus garras se dejan ver...&lt;br /&gt;Me deja creer que tengo libertad propia,&lt;br /&gt;mientras encandena mi pie al suyo;&lt;br /&gt;Se burla de mis deseos de escapar. Rie mientras me ve llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desgarra mis entrañas sin tocarme,&lt;br /&gt;entra en mi cuerpo a traves del sonido de sus gritos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy la presa de sus instintos.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy su sangre fluyendo por sus venas.&lt;br /&gt;Su talon de aquiles, su mas grande miseria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ardiendo en un ferviente deseo. Se oculta en la sombra de la verguenza.&lt;br /&gt;No aguanta desearme, no acepta el querer tocarme:&lt;br /&gt;prefiere cortar sus garras.&lt;br /&gt;Prefiere arder en deseos, ahogarse en miseria&lt;br /&gt;comer orgullo, perderse en la locura.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cerrar los ojos, fingir que estara bien&lt;br /&gt;mientras me mantiene encerrada en su mente,&lt;br /&gt;sin compartirme, sin pronunciar mi nombre&lt;br /&gt;aguantando cada momento, resistiendo la tentacion.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy su presa, sin que me pueda comer.&lt;br /&gt;Yo soy su deseo, sin que pueda desearme.&lt;br /&gt;Yo callo todo lo que se, Tú finges no saber nada.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prefieres morir antes de volver hablar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-862198087093311340?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/862198087093311340/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=862198087093311340' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/862198087093311340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/862198087093311340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/02/todo-lo-que-fue-y-sera.html' title='Todo lo que fue y sera.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZQ5G2cNbWI/AAAAAAAAARk/Ev0kKLRdPgM/s72-c/822WallpapersAbstractos.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8026687312314048609</id><published>2009-02-10T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:46:30.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin pensar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZIRxyQ0v0I/AAAAAAAAARc/T60dOA5W1bc/s1600-h/nictofobia-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZIRxyQ0v0I/AAAAAAAAARc/T60dOA5W1bc/s320/nictofobia-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301319258372095810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hay veces en donde es mejor callar,&lt;br /&gt;que hablar sin sentido,&lt;br /&gt;sin sentir ni decir algo realmente coherente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se que hay veces en que es mejor&lt;br /&gt;que escuches a mis ojos, que saben comunicarse&lt;br /&gt;sin decir algo en especial.&lt;br /&gt;Se te hace mas facil leer mi mirada,&lt;br /&gt;que lograr entender mis palabras;&lt;br /&gt;la mayoria es callada,&lt;br /&gt;y siempre son aquellas letras que se esconden&lt;br /&gt;las que logran dar una coneccion coherente a todo lo que&lt;br /&gt;trato de decir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿No lo crees?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8026687312314048609?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8026687312314048609/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8026687312314048609' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8026687312314048609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8026687312314048609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/02/sin-pensar.html' title='Sin pensar.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SZIRxyQ0v0I/AAAAAAAAARc/T60dOA5W1bc/s72-c/nictofobia-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-1171433254964626635</id><published>2009-02-03T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:02:12.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Busquedad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SYiGf5Sg-CI/AAAAAAAAARU/OowlvDk7298/s1600-h/kaos-in-oblivian-1120-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SYiGf5Sg-CI/AAAAAAAAARU/OowlvDk7298/s320/kaos-in-oblivian-1120-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298632844113934370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pense haberte encontrado,&lt;br /&gt;pero solo habia encontrado la basura de alguien mas.&lt;br /&gt;Crei que estarias ahi,&lt;br /&gt;a mi lado...&lt;br /&gt;Pero ni tu sombra aparece por las noches de verano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;¿A que le temes...?&lt;br /&gt;Si llegara a desaparecer, sabes muy bien&lt;br /&gt;que nadie recordara lo que paso ayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;¿Por que te escondes?&lt;br /&gt;Como una niña perdida,&lt;br /&gt;que no sabe hacia donde escapar.&lt;br /&gt;La cual crei yo ser,&lt;br /&gt;pero me equivoque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Donde estas?&lt;br /&gt;Nada mas que el silencio me responde..&lt;br /&gt;porque tú ya no estas,&lt;br /&gt;ya no volveras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-1171433254964626635?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1171433254964626635/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=1171433254964626635' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1171433254964626635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1171433254964626635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/02/busquedad.html' title='Busquedad'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SYiGf5Sg-CI/AAAAAAAAARU/OowlvDk7298/s72-c/kaos-in-oblivian-1120-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5367836183864969802</id><published>2009-01-15T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T19:13:51.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW_7TgmICfI/AAAAAAAAARA/nf-rPT98_Lg/s1600-h/003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW_7TgmICfI/AAAAAAAAARA/nf-rPT98_Lg/s320/003.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291724399769553394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creas, no escuches,&lt;br /&gt;no mires, no llores.&lt;br /&gt;No grites, no calles,&lt;br /&gt;corre.. pero sin que se note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueña,&lt;br /&gt;pero no tan alto.&lt;br /&gt;Cae;&lt;br /&gt;levantandote de inmediato.&lt;br /&gt;Sonrie,&lt;br /&gt;contra tormentas y mareas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No pienses, conformate.&lt;br /&gt;No imagines...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No creas que sus palabras no son verdad,&lt;br /&gt;No mires con tus ojos llenos de lagrimas,&lt;br /&gt;No grites, muchas veces es mejor callar.&lt;br /&gt;Si dices que no, no dejes que lo note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sueña con lo que quieras, sin esperar que sueñe lo mismo.&lt;br /&gt;Que nunca te vea derrotada,&lt;br /&gt;siempre manten una sonrisa en la cara.&lt;br /&gt;No pienses en el dia de mañana,&lt;br /&gt;conformate con el ahora...&lt;br /&gt;Y nunca, pero nunca, imagines que estara a tu lado para siempre.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5367836183864969802?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5367836183864969802/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5367836183864969802' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5367836183864969802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5367836183864969802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW_7TgmICfI/AAAAAAAAARA/nf-rPT98_Lg/s72-c/003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2597978810619524870</id><published>2009-01-14T07:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T07:58:07.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inaceptable.</title><content type='html'>Nuestras miradas no se cruzaban,&lt;br /&gt;se esquivaban mientras trababamos de huir.&lt;br /&gt;Los silencios solo eran gritos nauceabundos&lt;br /&gt;en un intento desesperado de correr hacia el lado contrario..&lt;br /&gt;Mientras nuestras sonrisas nos dejaban mas claro aun&lt;br /&gt;que todo estaba exactamente hecho una mierda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;¿Escuchaste alguna vez tus palabras antes de gritarmelas?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ni el poder de aquel "tic-tac" ezquisofrenico pudo detenerte;&lt;br /&gt;Sin importarte el lugar  ni la hora...&lt;br /&gt;Dando por hecho que ya no soportabas mas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nunca supe que era lo peor,&lt;br /&gt;si tu perdida anunciada&lt;br /&gt;o mi ausencia inaceptable;&lt;br /&gt;mi fuerza inexistente&lt;br /&gt;o tu violencia incontrolable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW4LbOAyoAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GDkCRTWpnhE/s1600-h/400_1227498860_scorpion-sting.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW4LbOAyoAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GDkCRTWpnhE/s320/400_1227498860_scorpion-sting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291179174452699138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2597978810619524870?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2597978810619524870/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2597978810619524870' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2597978810619524870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2597978810619524870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2009/01/inaceptable.html' title='Inaceptable.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SW4LbOAyoAI/AAAAAAAAAQA/GDkCRTWpnhE/s72-c/400_1227498860_scorpion-sting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5315718439614392900</id><published>2008-12-14T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T15:08:42.075-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disfrutando el silencio</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Haz mirado el sol al amanecer?&lt;br /&gt;es genial...&lt;br /&gt;los minutos pasan mas lentos,&lt;br /&gt;y la hora da igual.&lt;br /&gt;Y da igual porque, es tan simple...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;simplemente estar, respirar, mirar cada centimetro.&lt;br /&gt;Ser, y ser solo tu, nada mas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lo haz intentado? Ser tú de verdad..?&lt;br /&gt;es algo similar a ver caer las hojas secas del otoño,&lt;br /&gt;caen.. no preguntan ni se detienen en un "por qué";&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Simplemente son...&lt;br /&gt;Asi es al amanecer,&lt;br /&gt;simplemente soy mientras disfruto el silencio que produce&lt;br /&gt;cada rayo de sol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SUWRJGKxI_I/AAAAAAAAALk/kfJijafZOs4/s1600-h/dancing-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SUWRJGKxI_I/AAAAAAAAALk/kfJijafZOs4/s320/dancing-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279785723622401010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5315718439614392900?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5315718439614392900/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5315718439614392900' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5315718439614392900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5315718439614392900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/12/disfrutando-el-silencio.html' title='Disfrutando el silencio'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SUWRJGKxI_I/AAAAAAAAALk/kfJijafZOs4/s72-c/dancing-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8513125750258850846</id><published>2008-11-02T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T18:26:22.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tú y Yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ5hQyCWQVI/AAAAAAAAALc/2Xz3HQMwKZE/s1600-h/corazon_de_dragon-1024x768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ5hQyCWQVI/AAAAAAAAALc/2Xz3HQMwKZE/s320/corazon_de_dragon-1024x768.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264251955380109650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.. Tape mis oidos,tu sabes como odio tus gritos.&lt;br /&gt;Tape mis oidos, pero el sonido de tu voz era mas fuerte.&lt;br /&gt;Al igual que un rompeolas, tu ira me inundo por completo,&lt;br /&gt;me dejaste sin aliento; Ahogada entre tus palabras,&lt;br /&gt;gritaba pero solo se escuchaba el silencio.&lt;br /&gt;Me tomaste por los brazos. Dijiste mas de lo que pude oir;&lt;br /&gt;mataste mas de lo que vivia en mi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tapando mi boca ( mi voz siempre te entorpece )&lt;br /&gt;y dejandome claro que tus limites no existian.... Perdiste el control.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8513125750258850846?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8513125750258850846/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8513125750258850846' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8513125750258850846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8513125750258850846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/t-y-yo.html' title='Tú y Yo.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ5hQyCWQVI/AAAAAAAAALc/2Xz3HQMwKZE/s72-c/corazon_de_dragon-1024x768.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5793839576893044755</id><published>2008-11-01T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:19:56.191-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No queria; y sigo sin quererlo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No deseaba abrir mis ojos. Encontrarme con aquello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;produjo en mi mas de lo que tenia estimado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero aunque no queria, ahi estaba... Abri rapidamente los ojos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;y luego los cerre con la misma velocidad... Tratando de creer que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;solo seguia soñando, un sueño que en realidad nunca soñe...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solo imagine con los ojos cerrados lo que evidentemente estaba pasand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;o.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No queria; aun sigo intentando  creer que no paso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pero siguen ahi los recuerdos, aquellas imagenes que se quedaran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;grabadas en mi mente y brazos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trate de cerrar rapidamente los ojos, pero ya era demasiado tarde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;lo vivido estaba atras de mi, y creo que ya se que vendra...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ0bjc80yXI/AAAAAAAAALU/wkE0s1Lqq_4/s1600-h/400_1202608091_1161143363420de9.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ0bjc80yXI/AAAAAAAAALU/wkE0s1Lqq_4/s320/400_1202608091_1161143363420de9.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263893835346659698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5793839576893044755?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5793839576893044755/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5793839576893044755' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5793839576893044755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5793839576893044755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-queria-y-sigo-sin-quererlo.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SQ0bjc80yXI/AAAAAAAAALU/wkE0s1Lqq_4/s72-c/400_1202608091_1161143363420de9.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-801271874386117174</id><published>2008-10-21T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T19:47:18.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aquello que no hace que eso, sea lo que es.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SP6T_0lWaxI/AAAAAAAAALM/4AUran1dm4k/s1600-h/04659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SP6T_0lWaxI/AAAAAAAAALM/4AUran1dm4k/s320/04659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259804139471661842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crea un sonido. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crealo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; dentro de mi; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;asfixiame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Escuchalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;, siente como su &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;melodia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; va creciendo, tomando forma.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Su fuerza nos envuelve...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; llevandonos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hacia aquel mundo lleno de sensaciones escondidas,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;donde el &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;extasis,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; tu cuerpo lo logra con solo respirar,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;con solo escuchar... Transmitir aquel mensaje que recibas. Cada sonido dice algo nuevo,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;cada segundo que pasa: mil electrones entrando por tus &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;oidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mil sensaciones acelerando tu sangre, destruyendo mis venas.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Desconfigurando todo nuestro sistema.&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silencio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-801271874386117174?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/801271874386117174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=801271874386117174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/801271874386117174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/801271874386117174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/10/aquello-que-no-hace-que-eso-sea-lo-que.html' title='Aquello que no hace que eso, sea lo que es.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SP6T_0lWaxI/AAAAAAAAALM/4AUran1dm4k/s72-c/04659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2708886844215966623</id><published>2008-09-29T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:20:08.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Folter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SOGYK92XUWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Corhw7vvW6I/s1600-h/Tortura.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251645954659406178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SOGYK92XUWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Corhw7vvW6I/s320/Tortura.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inhala; Exhala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inhala; Exhala...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Todo comienza a verse mejor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo comienzo a sentirme mejor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escucha susurrar las hojas de &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;aquellos frondozos arboles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Escucha tú silencio, escuchalo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;en una combinacion perfecta, acorde con el mio.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Inhala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Permitele a tu cuerpo volver a vivir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exhala;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dale una noche mas para dormir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calmate; No hay dolor mas fuerte que este.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Calmate; No existe nada mas alla...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2708886844215966623?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2708886844215966623/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2708886844215966623' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2708886844215966623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2708886844215966623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/09/tortura.html' title='Folter'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SOGYK92XUWI/AAAAAAAAALE/Corhw7vvW6I/s72-c/Tortura.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8572806839270573111</id><published>2008-09-26T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T19:19:26.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SN2YIRKwJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ISangslc2ko/s1600-h/khjk.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250520008398742946" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SN2YIRKwJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ISangslc2ko/s320/khjk.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Cómo?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que sin notarlo paso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;, asi, de la misma manera que vez pasar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;una estrella fugaz; No se sabe donde comenzo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni menos donde terminara.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Cúando?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que no alcance a taparme de aquella luz cegadora,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que no corri antes de que sus rayos tocaran&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;mi cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"No hay peor ciego, que aquel que no quiere ver"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8572806839270573111?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8572806839270573111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8572806839270573111' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8572806839270573111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8572806839270573111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/09/light.html' title='Light'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SN2YIRKwJaI/AAAAAAAAAK8/ISangslc2ko/s72-c/khjk.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-1770968067929721320</id><published>2008-09-21T17:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T17:58:41.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>¿ S ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNbti7uHIiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cl2tuZJzQXM/s1600-h/400_1219291057_abstract1280x1024gt8.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248643600149324322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNbti7uHIiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cl2tuZJzQXM/s320/400_1219291057_abstract1280x1024gt8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;u- u.. i- e - uuu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;A.V.T.H.P.T.L.Q.P.E.T.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-1770968067929721320?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1770968067929721320/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=1770968067929721320' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1770968067929721320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1770968067929721320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/09/s.html' title='¿ S ?'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNbti7uHIiI/AAAAAAAAAKc/Cl2tuZJzQXM/s72-c/400_1219291057_abstract1280x1024gt8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-1389977793565735912</id><published>2008-09-19T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T19:33:40.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sin mas ni menos.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNRghPQ7i8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EfF0qwop3as/s1600-h/smoke_wide_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247925589942963138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNRghPQ7i8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EfF0qwop3as/s320/smoke_wide_night.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exactamente asi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;tal como ha sido siempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sin tener que mirar mas alla,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;sin mirar hacia atras...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Exactamente asi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sin distractores que nos distraigan &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas de lo que nos han distraido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;El reloj vuelve a recordarme&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que todo esta completamente perdido,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;que aquello que fue y sera siempre asi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;definitivamente no cambiara;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se puede crear sin pensar;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No se puede vivir sin sentir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;yo no puedo respirar sin... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-1389977793565735912?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1389977793565735912/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=1389977793565735912' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1389977793565735912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1389977793565735912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/09/sin-mas-ni-menos.html' title='Sin mas ni menos.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNRghPQ7i8I/AAAAAAAAAKU/EfF0qwop3as/s72-c/smoke_wide_night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4310974693039894785</id><published>2008-08-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T17:30:41.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No porfavor.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.landher.net/imagenes/formacion/fichaspracticas/gafas-sol/color-ojos.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.landher.net/imagenes/formacion/fichaspracticas/gafas-sol/color-ojos.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No mires...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No quiero que te sientas mal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No sientas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No podria volver a verte llorar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No me escuches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;creo que te lo he dicho muchas veces ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No creas,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;ya no se cual es la &lt;i&gt;realidad.&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No tomes mis palabras,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;dejalas volar como &lt;u&gt;hojas secas.&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Siente &lt;/b&gt;aquello que no te entrego &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;mas que con mi mirada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siente todo lo que escondo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;detras de mi rostro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Siente todo lo que guardo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;en esta mente llena de &lt;i&gt;nada...&lt;/i&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Son demasiados recuerdos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;como para &lt;big&gt;olvidarlos.&lt;/big&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4310974693039894785?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4310974693039894785/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4310974693039894785' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4310974693039894785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4310974693039894785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/08/no-porfavor.html' title='No porfavor.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-1132039581752282075</id><published>2008-07-30T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T23:22:39.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Solo...siente</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u40/dirtyjoe89/TranceEnergy2006048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i164.photobucket.com/albums/u40/dirtyjoe89/TranceEnergy2006048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escuchas aquel sonido?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;llego a ti solo para liberar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquello que dia dia no puedes demostrar...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lo escuchas bien?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quiere que te dejes llevar por el;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deja que entre en tus oidos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que sea parte de tus latidos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Que se exprese en cada lugar de tu cuerpo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y vive! vive con el!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siente, siente lo que significa cada alto y bajo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;deja que tu piel descubra que&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cada ser humano tiene un perfume distinto...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Y dejate llevar,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;haz lo que en realidad te plazca.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cierra tus ojos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No existira alguien mas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cierra tus ojos,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo estas, con quien tu quieres estar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escuchando aquella melodia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que te saca de todo lugar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-1132039581752282075?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1132039581752282075/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=1132039581752282075' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1132039581752282075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1132039581752282075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/07/solo-siente.html' title='Solo...siente'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-7215000120976616025</id><published>2008-07-26T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-26T21:24:06.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Espejismo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Miro atraves de tu ventana;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;La calle... paisajes, que se, nunca olvidare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Siguen caminando, no se dan cuenta, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;soy parte de sus vidas ( o ellos parte de la mia )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en este preciso momento... en el que los veo conversar, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;de algun tema que, seguramente, no me debe importar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Las personas no notan su presencia ( son uno )&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo son, unos mas... Que caminan de la mano y &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;hacen lo normal / Forman parejas que viven en grupos &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y corren por las calles en manadas /.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dejo de observar parte de sus vidas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;me concentro en tus ojos... Aquellas ventanas que me dejan observarte,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ser parte de tu vida... Y asi, hacer algo normal,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;juntarnos de manera mental, para poder vivir cada cual en su mundo individual,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;sin mirarnos al pasar... Sin saber bien que fue lo que paso ayer,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y sin tener claro lo que pasara mañana.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Somos completamente normales,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;tu no estas conmigo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yo estoy sin ti..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pero sabemos que nos tendremos por siempre.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://img142.imageshack.us/img142/464/10974130hb8.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-7215000120976616025?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7215000120976616025/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=7215000120976616025' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7215000120976616025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7215000120976616025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/07/espejismo.html' title='Espejismo'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-154343262567762704</id><published>2008-06-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T17:24:46.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hasta pronto, no Adios.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Con un hasta pronto me despido de ti...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No se si te vere luego,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no se si te vere despues&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo me despido con un "hasta pronto" por una promesa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;que, creo, cumplire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Si no la cumplo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;entonces no te podre volver a ver,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y si no te veo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquel "hasta pronto" sera en vano,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;aquellas lagrimas solo seran otras mas;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;te olvidaria luego de un tiempo... Me olvidarias tambien&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;y todo el sacrificio que hice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para lograr decir "hasta pronto"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no lo recordare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es por esto que un "hasta pronto" se merece esta relacion;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;no te tendre por ahora,&lt;br /&gt;pero se que te volvere a tener en otro tiempo y en otro momento mejor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Te quiero amiga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217092582183539506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SGbWD-lgEzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/x0skL--H63o/s320/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-154343262567762704?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/154343262567762704/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=154343262567762704' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/154343262567762704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/154343262567762704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/hasta-pronto-no-adios.html' title='Hasta pronto, no Adios.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SGbWD-lgEzI/AAAAAAAAAJM/x0skL--H63o/s72-c/Goodbye_by_Dark_Scythe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-959934346391500786</id><published>2008-06-20T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T12:09:05.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soñar contigo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SFwAQffO03I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PSams6Y8paE/s1600-h/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214042751918592882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SFwAQffO03I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PSams6Y8paE/s320/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es como despertar, sin haber dormido en toda la noche...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pensando en aquella ultima vez que te vi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;eras todo un sueño.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Es como si no hubiera existido aquel momento,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;el unico en el que probe tus labios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que hermoso sabor el de sentirte tan cerca&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que aun no puedo entender bien lo lejos que estas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habras existido en realidad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;.. o tal vez solo eres una pesadilla diaria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pesadilla digo porque es imposible no llorar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;despues de haberte vuelto a ver entre mis sueños&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y pesadillas mas cotidianas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tal vez te encuetras solo en mi mente,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tal vez algun dia volveras y me demostraras&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que estas mas vivo que yo... Y podre seguirte por siempre;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A traves de mis sueños...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-959934346391500786?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/959934346391500786/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=959934346391500786' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/959934346391500786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/959934346391500786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/soar-contigo.html' title='Soñar contigo.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SFwAQffO03I/AAAAAAAAAJE/PSams6Y8paE/s72-c/ParkeHarrison-LucidDreamE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6817541933523389425</id><published>2008-06-18T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T22:21:58.472-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She's not God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vanguardia.com.mx/XStatic/vanguardia/images/espanol/smoke112807.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.vanguardia.com.mx/XStatic/vanguardia/images/espanol/smoke112807.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Puede que tengas razon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;si... She's not God... Pero si no es asi,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como lo hace para mantenerse siempre en mi mente?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no tengo otra explicacion para eso...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Si, lo se... En verdad puedo llegar hacer estupida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero al menos sere una estupida feliz, o no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-... Claro, comprendo perfectamente que no comprendas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nada, pero me importa comprenderlo yo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Mmh.. Puede ser, puede que tengas razon,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero cuando he seguido yo la razon?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Prefiero preferir mi instinto, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;sere feliz siendo la tonta que creyo ser feliz...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pero al menos sere feliz de alguna u otra manera no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6817541933523389425?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6817541933523389425/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6817541933523389425' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6817541933523389425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6817541933523389425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/shes-not-god.html' title='She&apos;s not God'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-7233344471137633329</id><published>2008-06-08T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T14:27:55.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Absolutamente Tú</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Matame con cada suspiro que sienta salir de tus labios;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;matame y no me des la oportunidad de sobrevivir a tus encantos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Dejame ciega con cada mirada que sienta salir,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;desde aquellos ojos hermosos que aprendieron a hablar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;antes que tu propia boca... Aprendieron a dar una mirada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;con cada palabra que guardas, que no logras expresar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Matame con un suave toque de tus manos,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;haz que me vuelva loca con el roce de tu piel contra la mia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Haz que recuerde noche y dia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;aquel perfume que solo es posible sentir en ti.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Que no pueda despertar, comer, dormir o simplemente vivir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;sin recordar aquel perfume que me ha dejado sin aliento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Y asi me haz dejado en silencio... El mejor regalo que me haz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;podido dar... Me regalaste el silencio que solo obtengo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;cada vez que te veo pasar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-7233344471137633329?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7233344471137633329/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=7233344471137633329' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7233344471137633329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7233344471137633329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/absolutamente-t.html' title='Absolutamente Tú'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6363973471020773349</id><published>2008-06-06T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T10:16:11.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Donde estaras mas tarde ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.onephoto.net/uploads/greg801/1162626493_gal_pzg21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.onephoto.net/uploads/greg801/1162626493_gal_pzg21.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Murio antes de comenzar a vivir,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;nacio en plena desgracia y no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;tuvo la oportunidad de respirar un nuevo aire...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;De vivir un dia con un nuevo sol.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no hay solucion,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;solo queda esperar a que el tiempo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;pase un poco mas rapido que en tiempos anteriores,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y que nuestros errores los corrija el pasado&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;y nuestras heridas cierren mas rapido&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;de lo que cierras los ojos cada vez que vas a dormir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6363973471020773349?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6363973471020773349/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6363973471020773349' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6363973471020773349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6363973471020773349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/06/donde-estaras-mas-tarde.html' title='Donde estaras mas tarde ?'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8995280757328831300</id><published>2008-05-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-26T21:34:45.507-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya no eres tu, Ahora soy yo.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://krel-kreu.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/shhh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://krel-kreu.weblogger.terra.com.br/img/shhh.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no siento tu dolor,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no reconosco tu cara detras de aquel espejo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No eres parte de mi cuerpo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;menos de mi alma... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no estas en mi mente;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No te recuerdo;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No existes;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamas estuviste.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no siento tus brazos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;cuando me abrazas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;son como ramas de un arbol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;que necesita ser cortado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no siento tu mirada,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;no miramos hacia el mismo lado,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no miras desde mi propio lado.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya no te entiendo lo que hablas,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;quizas pertences a otro mundo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ya no lo se, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;ni menos me importa... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo escucho susurros de un dialecto incomprencible;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eres tu tratando de explicarme tu vida diaria,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;como lo hacias en aquel tiempo,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;en el que aun me importabas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8995280757328831300?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8995280757328831300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8995280757328831300' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8995280757328831300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8995280757328831300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/ya-no-eres-tu-ahora-soy-yo.html' title='Ya no eres tu, Ahora soy yo.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-882355568367362504</id><published>2008-05-23T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-23T18:44:07.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonidos, nada mas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lluvia, hoy no te siento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hoy no eres nada mas que agua vertical.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Apenas si te escucho golpear el pavimento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y llamar con tu clave sobre mi ventanal&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lluvia, hoy no eres nada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;para mi desaliento&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nocturno y abismal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cuando era niña hallaba &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;en tu cancion un cuento,y ya &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;en mi adolescencia me diste un madrigal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahora lluvia tengo tanta tristeza adentro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que no me dices nada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;solo te oigo golpear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.espacioblog.com/myfiles/lauracano/viaje.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo te oigo golpiar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mientras la trato de olvidar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;mientras todo se vuelve borroso&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;y regreso a mi realidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-882355568367362504?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/882355568367362504/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=882355568367362504' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/882355568367362504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/882355568367362504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/sonidos-nada-mas.html' title='Sonidos, nada mas.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6765231806931985153</id><published>2008-05-18T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-18T17:38:59.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Escribir, ¿para que?;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Solo un puño de letras sin sentido alguno para quienes las leen,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;¿Les encuentras algun sentido tu?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escribir, algun sentido debe tener,&lt;br /&gt;claro el sentido de comunicar... ¿Comunicar que?&lt;br /&gt;Todo lo escribo con otro sentido,&lt;br /&gt;si no lo entiendes es porque para ti&lt;br /&gt;no escribo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escribir, esperar que algun dia lo leas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quizas comprenderias hasta lo que yo no comprendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Quizas sentirias en carne propia lo que siento.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escribir; Mas bien lo veo como una salida,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;en alguna parte tengo que expresar lo que siento&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;para no sentir cada noche aquel nudo en mi cuello.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Letras, palabras, frases que no vienen ni van a ningun lado;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin origen ni sentido,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin sonidos ni silencios,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sin motivos ni lamentos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nada mas que decir,&lt;br /&gt;ademas de que espero que comprendas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;todo lo que trate de decir.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://pwp.netcabo.pt/cris_gp/images/mirar.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6765231806931985153?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6765231806931985153/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6765231806931985153' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6765231806931985153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6765231806931985153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/escribir-para-que-solo-un-puo-de-letras.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-7877883713837940003</id><published>2008-05-14T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T21:57:18.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...De la Despedida.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCvCoyC8NDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OOo2BSLsqUo/s1600-h/shaiya_luz_y_sombra-1600x1200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200464200614032434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCvCoyC8NDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OOo2BSLsqUo/s320/shaiya_luz_y_sombra-1600x1200.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Te digo adios y acaso te quiero todavia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No se si he de olvidarte, pero te digo adios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se s me quisiste... No se si te queria...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;O tal vez nos quisimos demasiado los dos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Este cariño trsite y apasionado y loco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;me lo sembre en el alma para quererte a ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No se si te ame mucho... No se si te ame poco,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero si se que nunca volvere a amar asi.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me queda tu sonrisa dormida en mi recuerdo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y el corazon me dice que no te olvidare;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero al quedarme solo, sabiendo que te pierdo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tal vez empiezo a amarte como jamas te ame.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te digo adios y acaso con esta despedida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi mas hermoso sueño muere dentro de mi...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero te digo adios para toda la vida&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;aunque toda la vida siga pensando en ti."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-7877883713837940003?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7877883713837940003/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=7877883713837940003' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7877883713837940003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7877883713837940003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/de-la-despedida.html' title='...De la Despedida.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCvCoyC8NDI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OOo2BSLsqUo/s72-c/shaiya_luz_y_sombra-1600x1200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5130555952098981478</id><published>2008-05-11T17:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T18:08:34.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCeYXCC8NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RdtqByDKsQw/s1600-h/insecto.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199291816276145186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCeYXCC8NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RdtqByDKsQw/s320/insecto.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;ironia&lt;/span&gt;, creer que tu todo lo sabes de mi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y no saber que en verdad nada es lo que sabes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ironia&lt;/span&gt;, que tanta gente te conosca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y que para mi solo sean unos desconocidos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia, creer que estabas a mi lado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y luego saber que siempre estuviste al lado de alguien mas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia, que todos esperen la noche para poder descanzar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mientras que yo la espero para reflexionar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia vivir el dia a dia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pensando cada dia mas en como estare el dia de mañana.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia, vivir para volverte a ver&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y morir cada noche por no tenerte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia, sentir que estas tan dentro de mi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y saber que estas a kilometros de aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia, contar los segundos para que llegues a mi&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y congelar el tiempo cuando estas aqui.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que ironia la vida;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que ironia vivir: Esperando cada dia mas una muerte prematura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y cuando por fin llega la hora, no quieres partir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5130555952098981478?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5130555952098981478/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5130555952098981478' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5130555952098981478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5130555952098981478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/que-ironia-creer-que-tu-todo-lo-sabes.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SCeYXCC8NCI/AAAAAAAAAIU/RdtqByDKsQw/s72-c/insecto.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2664343894748465705</id><published>2008-05-01T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T20:19:07.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SBqIBsoOCoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LWgxPkkVDmw/s1600-h/xdddasdkasd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195614682866387586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SBqIBsoOCoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LWgxPkkVDmw/s320/xdddasdkasd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Y me comienza a faltar el aire;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te haz ido y en mi no pensaste... Te haz llevado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi aire, mi aire y me haz dejado sin respirar;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin tu perfume, tus destellos.. Sin lo simple de tu belleza.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te haz ido.. Y yo me he quedado, aqui...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mirando el reloj, tratando de congelar cada instante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que vivi contigo. Tratando de recordar cada segundo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;en el que respire tu perfume... Imaginandolo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya no quedan mas minutos, tengo que avanzar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Regresar a mi realidad imaginaria,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde cada noche la paso a tu lado... Donde no es&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;necesario congelar nuestros momentos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Donde lo simple de tus destellos cautivan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mis pensamientos...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;En los detalles de ti... Me pierdo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2664343894748465705?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2664343894748465705/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2664343894748465705' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2664343894748465705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2664343894748465705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/05/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SBqIBsoOCoI/AAAAAAAAAH8/LWgxPkkVDmw/s72-c/xdddasdkasd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-3614027140951795346</id><published>2008-04-18T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T19:26:12.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crear.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagino tus brazos alrededor de mi cuerpo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;imaginando que estas a mi lado cada noche..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intentando creer que mis mentiras son la realidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aceptando lo inaceptable;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;viviendo lo inimaginable.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sintiendo cada segundo como si fuera el primero;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;viviendo cada segundo como si fuera el ultimo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin crear los limites de siempre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;transpasando las fronteras del horizonte.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya sin minutos, sin horas, sin segundos que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;me importen mas que los que vivo contigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Extraño lo que no puedo olvidar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin haberlo vivido... Sin haber sentido tu perfume&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;por la mañana; extraño tu olor en mi almuhada &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;al despertar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He detenido mi tiempo... Para poder vivirlo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Contigo... Sin ti.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190776741780724770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SAlX8dozHCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WA9e0AvUj4w/s320/Blue_Dock_by_dimage.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-3614027140951795346?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3614027140951795346/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=3614027140951795346' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3614027140951795346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3614027140951795346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/04/crear.html' title='Crear.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SAlX8dozHCI/AAAAAAAAAG0/WA9e0AvUj4w/s72-c/Blue_Dock_by_dimage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4981057068161879442</id><published>2008-04-10T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T14:09:16.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>El Despertar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;..No entendia nada; El estado de coma domino por unos segundos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( para mi eternos ) mi cuerpo. Mientas que todo lo que no habia&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;logrado saber, ya lo habia dado por muerto..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hasta que al oir tus palabras, sin escucharlas ( No me diste tiempo &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para reaccionar ) , y sentir asi que un balde de agua fria &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;recorria mi piel.. Mientras esta se erizaba, no exactamente por el frio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mas bien por tu mirada.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya no habian ruidos, escuchaba tu voz a la distancia, estando al lado mio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no existian las personas que me chocaban, no habia movimiento externo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;al de mi corazon. El que disparaba, con la fuerza de una bala, la sangre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que iba bombeando para el resto de mi cuerpo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No entendi exactamente lo que querias decirme ( si inconcientemente )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y bloquie mis sentidos para darle mayor importancia a tus palabras.. Ahora&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ausentes... Me quedaste mirando.. Con una cara que pagaria por ver otra vez.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin decir nada, solo kinesicamente.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No comprendia tu rostro; En realidad nada... Estando en mi estado de coma&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no me importaba la realidad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desperte, lo comprendi todo con tus gestos y disculpas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tus palabras ya no bastaban, pasaste los limites de mi mente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dejando mi barrera tan accesible a ella, como el acceso a un telefono publico&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o a la television; En ambos nunca podras saber con que te encontraras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y me dejaste por primera vez en blanco.. Ya no basto mi voz para responder &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con algun chiste negro, blanco o gris. Despertando en mi, aquellos instintos ya borrados&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;( superficialmente ) de mi matriz.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya no sirvio de nada disculparse por palabras, que como espinas, se inscrutaron&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en mi pecho y corazon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias por responder mi pregunta mas sensata..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias por atreverte a decir, lo que nadie pudo, pero muchos desearon.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Gracias por darme, el primer dia de mi vida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187827011960017570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_7dLlwNkqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dB3XiT-ZmPI/s320/HAYEDOI.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4981057068161879442?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4981057068161879442/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4981057068161879442' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4981057068161879442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4981057068161879442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/04/el-despertar.html' title='El Despertar.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_7dLlwNkqI/AAAAAAAAAGs/dB3XiT-ZmPI/s72-c/HAYEDOI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4451416183129376764</id><published>2008-04-06T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T17:15:54.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Presente Ausente</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_lnVdR9tBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WjEqPf5_IOU/s1600-h/Nada.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186290064228725778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_lnVdR9tBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WjEqPf5_IOU/s320/Nada.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nada; En un vacio absoluto, sin sentirlo siquiera.&lt;br /&gt;Nada; No se extraña, no se recuerda... Borrada de la tierra.&lt;br /&gt;Sin mas palabras.. No hay mas llantos que te hayan llorado tanto.&lt;br /&gt;No quedan lagrimas; Ya no hay borrones ( no se escribe ).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y queda nada, sin pensar en que quizas nunca hubo algo.&lt;br /&gt;En realidad no lo he pensado... Estoy sin estar,&lt;br /&gt;sin que algo me importe de verdad.&lt;br /&gt;Estoy por estar, sin que me importe en realidad seguir respirando&lt;br /&gt;este aire.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estoy aqui, sintiendo como entra el narcotico olor de tu &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;perfume.. Como penetra por mis pulmones y se hace parte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de mi cuerpo, haciendo que se me olviden temores o momentos..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Palabras y lamentos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;A mi me da igual... Entra en mi desconfigurando mi sistema nervioso..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como un tornado de sentimientos.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Al que no le doy la importancia necesaria y dejo todo como esta.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4451416183129376764?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4451416183129376764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4451416183129376764' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4451416183129376764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4451416183129376764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/04/nada-en-un-vacio-absoluto-sin-sentirlo.html' title='Presente Ausente'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_lnVdR9tBI/AAAAAAAAAGc/WjEqPf5_IOU/s72-c/Nada.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2812115340323235930</id><published>2008-04-01T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T19:17:11.301-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mas alla del tiempo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_LskdR9s_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4DjTFdBAFW8/s1600-h/1203609842_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5184466232136283122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_LskdR9s_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4DjTFdBAFW8/s320/1203609842_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se detiene... Cada vez que miro tus ojos;&lt;br /&gt;Yo se que tu tambien lo sientes... Y por eso&lt;br /&gt;se detiene el tiempo,&lt;br /&gt;lo detengo cada vez que no se que mas decirte:&lt;br /&gt;Te lo he dicho todo, ¿que mas quieres escuchar?,&lt;br /&gt;no tengo nada mas que hacer... que mirar tus ojos&lt;br /&gt;mientras tratas de arrancar de aquella realidad que&lt;br /&gt;se construye entre nuestras miradas...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Se detiene... Y es tan dificil volver a sentirlo avanzar,&lt;br /&gt;saber que ya te fuiste y no volveras..&lt;br /&gt;Mientras las manecillas del reloj sigan avanzando,&lt;br /&gt;seguire esperando una y otra vez ( quizas inconcientemente)&lt;br /&gt;que se vuelva a detener el tiempo... Y poder mirar aquellos&lt;br /&gt;ojos que en algun tiempo me miraban llenos de sentimintos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tratando de detener el tiempo... En un espacio sin lamentos,&lt;br /&gt;me oculto tras tu pelo negro... Oliendo por ultima vez&lt;br /&gt;ese cuello que me dejo respirar,&lt;br /&gt;mientras mi tiempo se detiene y sigues avanzando sin mirar atras.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No vuelvas... Solo seria una perdida de tiempo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2812115340323235930?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2812115340323235930/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2812115340323235930' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2812115340323235930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2812115340323235930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/04/mas-alla-del-tiempo.html' title='Mas alla del tiempo'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R_LskdR9s_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/4DjTFdBAFW8/s72-c/1203609842_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6117261388043830238</id><published>2008-03-26T16:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T16:45:51.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me duele que me mires asi...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-rgH9R9s4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VerpmVROP88/s1600-h/libre.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182200748556792706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-rgH9R9s4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VerpmVROP88/s320/libre.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;La caida no fue lo peor de aquel accidente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;despertar luego de aquel impacto si... Sin tener sentido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguno de las horas que habian pasado; perdi el orden&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de las cosas, su rumbo... El tiempo que estaba detenido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;, ya por mucho.. se acelero hasta el punto en que se pierde la&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;realidad de las cosas ( solo las vez pasar)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..las manecilla del reloj, volvieron a correr ( ahora mas rapidamente ).&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y la pequeña utopia en la que vivia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;se vio afectada por ese remeson.. Ese que es parecido a la erupcion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de los volcanes... Donde lo que no se derrumba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;es quemado, luego, por la lava ardiente;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No queda mas que cenizas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada mas que recuerdos con acciones vacias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y errores marchitos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y asi termina aquella realidad inventada;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;con vidrios quebrados y paredes ralladas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;con nombres innombrables, y fotos dañadas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dolores que se sienten insoportables,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero, aun asi, los soportamos a diario.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Desapareciendo aquella extraña figura,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de la que no quiero volver hablar..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;creando una nueva sombra de memorias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;bajo aquel manto de lagrimas..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Caminos recorridos sola o acompañada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;recordando hechos escondidos en aquel&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;baul de los recuerdo que llaman memoria.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6117261388043830238?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6117261388043830238/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6117261388043830238' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6117261388043830238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6117261388043830238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/me-duele-que-me-mires-asi.html' title='Me duele que me mires asi...'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-rgH9R9s4I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/VerpmVROP88/s72-c/libre.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4774436875455368481</id><published>2008-03-19T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T12:17:57.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Purificacion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-FmYNR9s3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SgTXzLRnXBI/s1600-h/fuego-agua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179533612520682354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-FmYNR9s3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SgTXzLRnXBI/s320/fuego-agua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te miro... mientras brota, fluye y corre la sangre por&lt;br /&gt;tus venas;&lt;br /&gt;Con 50 caballo de fuerza que salen a traves de tu mirada&lt;br /&gt;que me quema; Como hierro entre brasas, ¡Oh como me arden&lt;br /&gt;mis ojos frente a los tuyos!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Y gritas, gritas en silencio por no ser tan obvia,&lt;br /&gt;matando asi, cada centimetro de orgullo alguno.&lt;br /&gt;Gritas. Mientras hablas de siniques, desprecio y saturacion...&lt;br /&gt;Mientras me sigues quemando (ahora el cuerpo, los ojos desaparecieron&lt;br /&gt;en cenisas).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descontrolandote por fin,&lt;br /&gt;dejando fluir toda aquella ira acumulada contra mi&lt;br /&gt;o contra cualquier persona, da igual...&lt;br /&gt;Me regalas el poder de dominar aquello indominable,&lt;br /&gt;aquellos caballos de fuerza que son parte de tu escencia...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin ellos, eres otra mas...&lt;br /&gt;Eres tan simple... Tan complicada, tan... Tú.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4774436875455368481?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4774436875455368481/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4774436875455368481' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4774436875455368481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4774436875455368481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/purificacion.html' title='Purificacion'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R-FmYNR9s3I/AAAAAAAAAFI/SgTXzLRnXBI/s72-c/fuego-agua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4408049832987863493</id><published>2008-03-13T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T19:25:44.541-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Basta ya</title><content type='html'>..&lt;em&gt;Es como si nunca hubiera pasado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como si solo hubiera sido un perturbador sueño...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;La palabra "nosotras", simplemente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la desconocemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;..Es como si todos aquellos momentos&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubieran estado solo en mi mente,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como si aquellos "te amo",&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;hubieran salido solo de mi &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;corazón&lt;/span&gt;;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Porque por cada verdad que hallo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;descubro una nueva mentira..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mentira tus besos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquellos "te quiero";&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;nada de tus palabras fueron verdad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo crei en los juegos de una niña.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y cai, como una mosca en la telaraña &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de su victimaria... Cai en tus brazo (ahora ajenos a mi)...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(hrs mas tarde...)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te crei,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y concluyo que fui inocente de tu inocencia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177404967055479746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R9nWYu-vU8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VXY-wDs_5pw/s320/124809978_10475cd2b3_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4408049832987863493?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4408049832987863493/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4408049832987863493' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4408049832987863493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4408049832987863493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/basta-ya.html' title='Basta ya'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R9nWYu-vU8I/AAAAAAAAAEM/VXY-wDs_5pw/s72-c/124809978_10475cd2b3_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-3687384449210310817</id><published>2008-03-10T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T18:38:51.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No lo hagas.</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Un amargo sabor invadio mis labios,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el contacto con los tuyos habia desaparecido&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;, ya por que completo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin dejar un rastro de lo que fue nuestro pasado...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sin mirar mas alla de nuestro presente;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matando al futuro de la manera mas despiadada que &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;algo humano, ha podido realizar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya no busques lo que te pertenece,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;ya no existe nada de tu propiedad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No busques ya mis brazos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me los he cortado para no volver a sentir unos abrazos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que a simple vista no seran como los tuyos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He matado cada recuerdo en mi cuerpo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ya no existe nada mas que nuestros recuerdos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que se han ido volando a traves del viento...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Como pajaros que escapan de sus carceles,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que son nuestras mentes...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y vuelan hacia su libertad... Libertad que no tenemos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desaparece, ya nada queda.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-3687384449210310817?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3687384449210310817/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=3687384449210310817' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3687384449210310817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3687384449210310817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/un-amargo-sabor-invadio-mis-labios-el.html' title='No lo hagas.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-4359304193749831498</id><published>2008-03-08T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T19:58:44.428-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verdad.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R9NgTu-vU7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BCMmf7ilN5M/s1600-h/Robot.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175586288923792306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R9NgTu-vU7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BCMmf7ilN5M/s320/Robot.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aun no creo en tus palabras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero aun las siento cercanas... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aun las siento lejanas a nuestra realidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Intento no pensar en alguna explicacion;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;no se para que la busco, sera en vano saber la verdad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sentiras?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No lo creo, no lo sientes como yo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nunca lo hiciste,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;¿por que comenzar ahora?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ahora que ya no me tienes a tu lado,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;eso crees...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo pienso, que te ciegas demasiado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-4359304193749831498?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/4359304193749831498/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=4359304193749831498' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4359304193749831498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/4359304193749831498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/03/verdad.html' title='Verdad.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R9NgTu-vU7I/AAAAAAAAAEE/BCMmf7ilN5M/s72-c/Robot.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6756786313090382190</id><published>2008-02-28T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T20:31:12.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mienteme</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R8eJEwJPY_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jFbXso3jW-Y/s1600-h/abre_los_ojos_by_complejo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5172253411794445298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R8eJEwJPY_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jFbXso3jW-Y/s320/abre_los_ojos_by_complejo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mientras intento recordar aquella palabras vacias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que aun me daban aliento... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pensando en que quizas no mentias,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y yo era la culpable de este agonizante sufrimiento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero no, solo fueron letras que juntas formaron frases&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que penetraron mis pensamientos, sin dejarme razonar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y ahora culpo a mis oidos necios, por no negarse a escuchar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquella hermosa voz... Aquella que en las noches de frio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;es la que me despierta, sin existir siquiera..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquella voz que me llama cuando no tiene con quien mas hablar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o solo por curiosidad..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Necia!, tonta al creer que podria ser verdad.. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Desapareciste otra noche mas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin dejar mas que tus palabras grabadas en mi subconciente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6756786313090382190?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6756786313090382190/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6756786313090382190' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6756786313090382190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6756786313090382190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/mientras-intento-recordar-aquella.html' title='Mienteme'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R8eJEwJPY_I/AAAAAAAAAD0/jFbXso3jW-Y/s72-c/abre_los_ojos_by_complejo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-6531919899075380028</id><published>2008-02-28T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:57:41.613-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;..Y aun puedo recordar tus palabras,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la frialdad con que las pronunciaste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Solo querias que te dejara en paz... Solo pedias&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;un poco de tranquilidad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo demasiado tonta como para entenderlo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;me cree realidades inexistentes.. Verdades&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en las que solo habita la mentira..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Imagine, que yo podia...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lograria que me miraras como yo lo hacia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero es algo imposible,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;han habido otros ojos en tu mente...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquellos ojos que nunca haz visto en realidad,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;pero que anhelas cada dia al despertar... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ver a los ojos a la persona que amas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aquella persona, aquella realidad...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu mundo irreal... al que quieres regresar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No soy parte de el..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-6531919899075380028?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/6531919899075380028/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=6531919899075380028' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6531919899075380028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/6531919899075380028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8345789295262967019</id><published>2008-02-24T17:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T21:03:45.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Se escapo..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Se escapo de tus manos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;asi como de las mias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se escapo de tus prisiones&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y me esta encarcelando en las propias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu capacidad de comprender lo que pasa a tu&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alrededor, simplemente desaparecio.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu experiencia de vida, ya no es mas que palabras vacias.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tu vicio te dejo sin nada,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;te quito todo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Se escapo de tus manos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el valor de poder tomar las mias...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;De mirarme a los ojos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de demostrarme que tu podias. Se acabo;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;de ti se esta escapando el tiempo tambien,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;te vuelves mas viejo... &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te sientes mas joven- Todo es mas rapido-.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rapido, rapida se pasa la vida junto a ti;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;sin saber que pasara mañana, sin poder preguntarse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;si seguiras aqui..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Rapido, corre traz de mi,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con aquella velocidad de enfermos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;antes de morir...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo intente, no pude... Tus pasos fueron mas lentos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dejaste de caminar... permaneces botado, esperando que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;algun otro humano te ayude a encontrar&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquel camino que dejaste.. a ese camino que no volveras.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Lo lamento.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170733194278817394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R8IicclPTnI/AAAAAAAAADk/V-PST6-NMRo/s320/DSC_6664.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8345789295262967019?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8345789295262967019/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8345789295262967019' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8345789295262967019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8345789295262967019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/se-escapo.html' title='Se escapo..'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R8IicclPTnI/AAAAAAAAADk/V-PST6-NMRo/s72-c/DSC_6664.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-1881017143966367668</id><published>2008-02-20T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T18:28:26.649-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Enrique Lihn'/><title type='text'>Celeste hija de la tierra</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;No es lo mismo estar solo que estar solo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en una habitacion de la que acabas de salir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como el tiempo: pausada, fugaz, continuamente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;en busca de mi ausencia, porque entonces&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;empiezo a comprender que soy un muerto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y es la palabra, espejo del silencio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y la noche, el fruto del dia, su adorable secreto revelado por fin.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tendria que empezar a ser de nuevo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para aceptar el mundo como si no fuese&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;solamente lo unico que conservo de ti,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;tendria que olvidarme&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como se olvida lo mas negro de un sueño,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;soplar en mi conciencia hasta apagar mi imagen,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;cerrar los ojos frente a los espejos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;deshacerme y hacerme, soñar siempre con otro,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;morirme de mi mismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para no recordarte a cada instante&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;como el ciego recuerda la luz y el condenado a muerte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la vida, toda ella, en un abrir y cerrar de ojos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;porque estas mas adentro de mi que yo mismo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o existo por que existes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;o yo no se quien soy desde que se quien eres.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No es lo mismo estar solo que estar sin ti, conmigo&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con lo que permanece de mi si tu me dejas:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguien, no, quizas algo: el aspecto de un hombre, su retrato&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que el viento de otro mundo dispersa en el espacio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;lleno de tu fantasma desgarrador y dulce.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monstruo mio, amor mio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dondequiera que estes, con quienquiera que yazgas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;abre por instante los ojos en mi nombre&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;e, iluminada por tu despertar,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;dime, como si yo fuese la noche, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que debo hacer para volver a odiarte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;para no amar el odio que te tengo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Es inutil&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;buscar a tu enemigo en el infierno &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;suyo y de esta ciudad, alli donde la musica agoniza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;larga, ruidosamente en el silencio&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;y beber en su vaso para verte&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con su mirada azul, roja de odio,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;el vino que refleja su secreta agonia,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;la que en su corazon en ruinas danza&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;a la luz de una luna tan desnuda como ella&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con la misma afrentosa lascivia de la luna&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;que no se muestra al sol, pero acepta su fuego,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;esa virgen tatuada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;por los siete pecados capitales&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;no eres tu o eres otra;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;alguien, quizas yo mismo, entonces toca&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mi frente y me despierto como el fuego en la noche,&lt;br /&gt;en toda mi pureza,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;con tu nombre veridico en los labios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Lo leeras?... )&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-1881017143966367668?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/1881017143966367668/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=1881017143966367668' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1881017143966367668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/1881017143966367668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/celeste-hija-de-la-tierra.html' title='Celeste hija de la tierra'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5918576183479174988</id><published>2008-02-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T08:27:49.940-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No estar.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7mxrz8pl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/rWeZLcHGRPU/s1600-h/1137186983_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5168357413621438370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7mxrz8pl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/rWeZLcHGRPU/s320/1137186983_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sigue, sigue dando vueltas y vueltas...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Toma mi mano y sigamos arrancando &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;huyendo de tus miedos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;burlando a los mios.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corre, no pares; ya es demasiado tarde para detenerse,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;no te canses. Respira hondo; no mires hacia atraz,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tapa tus ojos con mis manos,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;no dejes de correr a mi lado.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;.. que a pasado? no te veo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;donde estaras que no logro sentir tu aroma..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;No, no te vayas de mi lado porfavor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;no corras de mi, no.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5918576183479174988?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5918576183479174988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5918576183479174988' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5918576183479174988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5918576183479174988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/no-estar.html' title='No estar.'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7mxrz8pl6I/AAAAAAAAACk/rWeZLcHGRPU/s72-c/1137186983_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-3462427441626298117</id><published>2008-02-15T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-15T20:13:52.961-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oscar Hann'/><title type='text'>¿Por que escribe usted?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7Zi6T8pl5I/AAAAAAAAACc/LqgYJ9fvP7c/s1600-h/1310974_118b3f08e7_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167426376380815250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7Zi6T8pl5I/AAAAAAAAACc/LqgYJ9fvP7c/s320/1310974_118b3f08e7_m.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a name="¿POR QUÉ ESCRIBE USTED?"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Porque el fantasma porque ayer porque hoy:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque mañana porque sí porque no&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque el principio porque la bestia porque el fin:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque la bomba porque el medio porque el jardín&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque Góngora porque la tierra porque el sol:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque San Juan porque la luna porque Rimbaud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque el claro porque la sangre porque el papel:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque la carne porque la tinta porque la piel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque la noche porque me odio porque la luz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque el infierno porque el cielo porque tú&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque casi porque nada porque la sed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque el amor porque el grito porque no sé&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Porque la muerte porque apenas porque más&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;porque algún día porque todos porque quizás.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-3462427441626298117?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/3462427441626298117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=3462427441626298117' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3462427441626298117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/3462427441626298117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/por-que-escribe-usted.html' title='¿Por que escribe usted?'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7Zi6T8pl5I/AAAAAAAAACc/LqgYJ9fvP7c/s72-c/1310974_118b3f08e7_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-2782439769813743383</id><published>2008-02-14T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T00:28:37.461-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Señales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7P7jj8pl1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N2JMUcpL5Vo/s1600-h/mujer+noche.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166749785887709010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7P7jj8pl1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N2JMUcpL5Vo/s320/mujer%2Bnoche.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;... Y luego senti aquella fuerte presion&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;en el pecho; algo me llamaba.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yo no sabia que...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mi cabeza dio tantas vueltas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;que me parecio inedito que no se saliera&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;de su lugar.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pero ahi estaba,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ahi estaba todo tan perfecto como siempre..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y ahi seguias tu,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;mirando mis ojos como si fuera la primera vez;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;aquella ultima vez no la olvido..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tomando mi mano,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;como siempre...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-2782439769813743383?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/2782439769813743383/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=2782439769813743383' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2782439769813743383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/2782439769813743383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/seales.html' title='Señales'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7P7jj8pl1I/AAAAAAAAAB4/N2JMUcpL5Vo/s72-c/mujer%2Bnoche.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5997986983192590657</id><published>2008-02-12T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T20:37:49.377-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Blake'/><title type='text'>La Rosa Enferma</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7J0Ej8pl0I/AAAAAAAAABw/wvC4mqvaSqY/s1600-h/16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166319344265303874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7J0Ej8pl0I/AAAAAAAAABw/wvC4mqvaSqY/s320/16.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="LA ROSA ENFERMA"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Estás enferma, ¡oh rosa!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;El gusano invisible,que vuela, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;por la noche,en el aullar del viento,&lt;br /&gt;tu lecho descubrióde alegría escarlata,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;y su amor sombrío y secreto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;consume tu vida."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5997986983192590657?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5997986983192590657/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5997986983192590657' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5997986983192590657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5997986983192590657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/la-rosa-enferma.html' title='La Rosa Enferma'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R7J0Ej8pl0I/AAAAAAAAABw/wvC4mqvaSqY/s72-c/16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-94777809989411244</id><published>2008-02-10T16:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T16:30:42.131-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ojos Abiertos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6-WlD8plzI/AAAAAAAAABo/g2csJPjuBAo/s1600-h/1199236660_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165512861076264754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6-WlD8plzI/AAAAAAAAABo/g2csJPjuBAo/s320/1199236660_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Prefiero no tenerte por completo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tenerte, y volver a perderte"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-94777809989411244?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/94777809989411244/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=94777809989411244' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/94777809989411244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/94777809989411244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/ojos-abiertos.html' title='Ojos Abiertos'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6-WlD8plzI/AAAAAAAAABo/g2csJPjuBAo/s72-c/1199236660_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-7821660504538370374</id><published>2008-02-09T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T07:46:27.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need to feel loved - Reflekt'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R63KxT8plyI/AAAAAAAAABg/vc9VeDCaPRk/s1600-h/1137773442_f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165007296180885282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R63KxT8plyI/AAAAAAAAABg/vc9VeDCaPRk/s320/1137773442_f.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come catch me babe,I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;Come and catch a fire baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me fade away, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Don't let me fade away&lt;br /&gt;Come and catch a feeling, it's electrifying me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Free falling baby, awake before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm down Awake before &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm down&lt;br /&gt;Come and touch me baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to feel lovedCome hold me babe,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to feel lovedI need to feel loved&lt;br /&gt;Come catch a fire, don't let me fade away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come catch a fire baby,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;don't let me fade away &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come catch a feeling, it's electrifying me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eyes wide open, I'm dreaming&lt;br /&gt;Breathe for me baby, awake before&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm down &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Come hold me baby, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;I need to feel lovedI'm in love'in love...in love...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love...&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love... in love... in love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-7821660504538370374?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/7821660504538370374/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=7821660504538370374' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7821660504538370374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/7821660504538370374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/come-catch-me-babeim-falling-come-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R63KxT8plyI/AAAAAAAAABg/vc9VeDCaPRk/s72-c/1137773442_f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-100862664847126197</id><published>2008-02-07T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T10:25:32.997-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Efectivo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6tM5cbw-jI/AAAAAAAAABY/adC_oz3usDk/s1600-h/dinero.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164305947479308850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6tM5cbw-jI/AAAAAAAAABY/adC_oz3usDk/s320/dinero.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que es lo que deseas? Deseas esto;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh, si, dime cuanto lo deseas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aceptalo, repitelo; Deseabas esto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que es lo que quieres? Quieres un mundo bajo tus zapatos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Si! deseas que caminemos descalzos.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aceptalo, deseas pisarnos... Pasarnos por encima tu lengua de avaricia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quieres lo tuyo; Quieres todo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te escapas, corres... No entiendes que pasa;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tuviste todo pero lo perdiste... El deseo se aprovecho de ti;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Te hace sucumbir ante tanta derrota.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que es lo que deseas? Nada! eso deseas,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Oh! si, como te hice feliz; Tu avaricia te ciega...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Aceptalo, repitelo; Me tuviste; Me perdiste.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-100862664847126197?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/100862664847126197/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=100862664847126197' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/100862664847126197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/100862664847126197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/efectivo.html' title='Efectivo'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6tM5cbw-jI/AAAAAAAAABY/adC_oz3usDk/s72-c/dinero.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-5287639986446770052</id><published>2008-02-04T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T17:05:41.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sabores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6eysMbw-iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6hYHrgbn62Q/s1600-h/piercinglingua.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163291970125232674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6eysMbw-iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6hYHrgbn62Q/s320/piercinglingua.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cortare tus tendones, oh! si como lo disfrutare... Dejare tu sangre caer, y con&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;tus dedos la introduciras a mi boca; Como disfruto aquel narcotico sabor,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;ese sabor que solo tu sangre sabe darme... Como disfruto estar cerca de aquel &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;latido... De aquellos bombeos en cada parte de tu cuerpo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Me fascina tu cuello, me fascina morderlo.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiero perderme en el extasis que me produce el sabor de tu sangre,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;quiero que te pierdas en lo que te produsca la mia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Muerdeme.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-5287639986446770052?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/5287639986446770052/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=5287639986446770052' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5287639986446770052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/5287639986446770052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/sabores.html' title='Sabores'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6eysMbw-iI/AAAAAAAAABQ/6hYHrgbn62Q/s72-c/piercinglingua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-754757320234498590</id><published>2008-02-03T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T22:49:27.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>En aquel Momento...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;                 En aquel momento, no debi... Pero aquellos ojos que aun no veia en&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                ese momento, me llamaron tanto la atencion, como tus escasas palabras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                , que trataron de ser respuesta para preguntas inutiles.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                Vi algo en ti, sin tener que mirarte exactamente; Sin siquiera tocarte,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                sabia que no querias estar en aquel momento, en el que estaba preocupada&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;               de ti; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;                No sabias que yo existia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6as8cbw-hI/AAAAAAAAABI/9bQsvAu9Kt4/s1600-h/8333.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163004177251629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6as8cbw-hI/AAAAAAAAABI/9bQsvAu9Kt4/s320/8333.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-754757320234498590?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/754757320234498590/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=754757320234498590' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/754757320234498590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/754757320234498590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/en-aquel-momento.html' title='En aquel Momento...'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6as8cbw-hI/AAAAAAAAABI/9bQsvAu9Kt4/s72-c/8333.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2704410033211067134.post-8886200481498975619</id><published>2008-02-03T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-03T01:20:13.548-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mi Imaginacion'/><title type='text'>Ojos Cerrados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6WF-cbw-fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/thHG8OChVA8/s1600-h/xdx.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162679855681174002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6WF-cbw-fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/thHG8OChVA8/s200/xdx.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;            Hacia frio esa noche... Pero yo no lo senti, tan loca estaba con aquel olor&lt;br /&gt;          que me cautiva; Me encierra en una prision, y me suelta cuando ya se aburre de&lt;br /&gt;        mi compañia... Ese olor que me volvio loca desde la primera vez que realizo su danza&lt;br /&gt;      de la muerte en mi nariz, conquistando hasta aquellos huecos en mi, que yo desconosco.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;     Hacia frio esa noche, yo entretenida con tus silencios, no lo notaba, estaba en otro &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;    momento... En otro lugar, en donde no existe el tiempo, ni otros sentimientos mas que los&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;    nuestros... Un lugar, mucho mas alla de mis sueños... Pero que estoy diciendo!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;    Yo estaba dormida.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2704410033211067134-8886200481498975619?l=plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/feeds/8886200481498975619/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2704410033211067134&amp;postID=8886200481498975619' title='2 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8886200481498975619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2704410033211067134/posts/default/8886200481498975619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://plumas-deun-angel.blogspot.com/2008/02/ojos-cerrados.html' title='Ojos Cerrados'/><author><name>Engel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06646271488091256007</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/SNhrFe7EngI/AAAAAAAAAKk/4ybiWqTKP9Y/S220/untitled.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_vp-MUne_8GE/R6WF-cbw-fI/AAAAAAAAAA0/thHG8OChVA8/s72-c/xdx.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
